1. Bob The Builder


    Date: 10/16/2014, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Bob_6, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    front and in your face kind of man; he came across as very arrogant, very self-confident and a bit of an arse-hole sort of guy. Although he did not show them, because he always wore long sleeves, his arms were tattooed, I could see bits of them as they peeked out from under his long sleeves he always wore. As I opened the door he said, “Good afternoon sexy, is Mr T, around?” I didn’t invite him in, but he just sort of stepped through and thought of the place as his own. I said, “Mr T… or Thomas is not home.” He kept on and walked in and said, “We had a game booked for today, in half an hour, he would have told me if he couldn’t make it.” I said, “He’s on a course, he had it booked weeks ago. He must have told you?” Bob turned around and stared straight at my tits and he said, “No, he never mentioned it; I’ve booked a court for us, as he asked me to, last week.” I didn’t close the door, I actually opened it a bit further and said, “Well, he’s not here and I’m busy.” Bob then said, “Well, that’s a waste of my hard earned money. He’ll have to pay me back. And now I’ve got nothing to do for the next two to three hours.” I was still pretty aroused and my nipples were hard and poked through, I could see he was still staring at my tits when I said, “Hey, my eyes are up here!” ‘Dick head.’ He looked straight up at me and said, “I know babes, I know where everything is on a female body.” ‘Arse-hole.’ I had no intention of asking Bob in and I did not think I had to be that polite to ...
    him either, so I said, “Look…Thomas, is not here so you can catch up with him later, give him a call or something and sort out another time, bye.” Bob looked around the room and said, “So… you busy you said? I could kill a cup of coffee.” In my head, my thought’s ‘Fuck off Bob; I’m in the middle of frigging myself off. I don’t want you here, piss off.’ But I don’t know why, ‘Fuck,’ I don’t know why. I closed the door and said, “Okay…look, since Tom has sort of stood you up, you can come in for a cup of coffee. But then I need to get on with some work.” The more this went on the more I felt deflated. ‘What the hell?’ I was behind him and as I passed him to lead him to the kitchen he lightly slapped my ass and said, “Lead the way Mrs T.” I went to slap his hand away but he had stepped back, so I ended up hitting thin air and I said, “Hey don’t touch what you can’t afford.” And he replied, “Why how much does it cost?” ‘Fuckin’ arse-hole, who does he think he is,’ I said, “More than you can afford!” He grinned like a big Cheshire cat and said, “I can afford things that I want.” Something just triggered in me, I felt bold for some reason and went up close to him, looked him straight in the eyes and said, “Money’s not the answer to everything.” I grabbed his crotch and winked, at that point his cock did not feel special. But it did seem larger than my hubby’s. Okay, now let’s back track a bit; my husband Tom he’s okay as a husband, but in bed well, he can sort of give me a mini ...
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